I know this is a short chapter, but it's the last one. But no fear, the next story is already a written a little bit. I think I've got the first ten chapters already written, I just want to throw in a few more things and they'll be ready. I hope you enjoyed this story because it took a while to get through the whole thing. Hopefully the next one will be better because it is the last one, after all (; Anyway, enjoy the last chapter of What is Right and What is Easy!

CONFLICTED.

"Hey you," Lupin smiled at me as best he could as I walked into our quarters, my shoulders slumped and my eyes still red. I held onto the book as tight as I could. "Where have you been?"

"I was with Harry," I lied quietly.

"What do you have there? Not the Half Blood Prince's, yes?"

"No, it's not his," I responded tiredly. "It's getting late – I should go to bed. I don't want to miss the train tomorrow morning."

"It's only nine," Lupin chuckled, but seemed worried. "And you haven't finished packing yet. Are you alright?"

It was a stupid question and I think he realized that just after he had said it. "I'll wake up early tomorrow and finish packing."

"No, I can pack for you if you want," Lupin offered, but I shrugged and shook my head. "I've already packed my trunk up." He paused and we stared at each other. "I've been meaning to ask you something."

"Ask away."

"What are we going to do over the summer?" he asked timidly. "I don't think I can go three months without seeing you. I was hoping you'd stay with me over the summer break. And I'm sure McGonagall will let us come back to Hogwarts next year to stay."

"McGonagall?"

"Isn't she going to be Headmistress now?"

"Oh… I guess," I shrugged. "You know I can't, though. You know I've got to stay with Harry over the summer. If I leave, we wouldn't be safe."

Lupin looked deep in thought and he sighed and nodded, turning away from me. I walked into the bedroom and opened up my faded trunk, tucking my book safely in a pocket and locking my trunk back up. I took off my dress and pulled on pants and shirt, crawling into bed and wrapping the blankets around me. I closed my eyes, but heard the bedroom door opened and Lupin shut it behind him. He took his pants off and climbed in bed next to me as quietly as possible.

We looked each other in the eye. "I'm not okay."

"I know you're not."

"But you seem fine."

"I'm not fine," he replied soothingly. "But I'm trying to be strong for you."

I breathed in deeply and slowly. "Do you think I'm crazy?" I asked Lupin. "Crazy for trusting Snape? Crazy for believing that there's still some good in him? Do you think I should have killed him?"

Lupin thought for a moment. "I don't think you're crazy for trusting him. I should have been here for you when you needed someone to talk to. I was too jealous sometimes." He hesitated again. "And I don't think you should have killed him. Snape is a murderer and killing him would have made you the same thing."

"But he got away."

"Yes, he did."

"What if he kills me?"

"If he didn't kill you while you were lying defenseless on the ground," Lupin reassured me, taking my hand in his. "Then he won't bother coming after you and killing you while you're prepared and ready for him."

"How are you so sure of this?"

"I just know." It was quiet again and I avoided his eyes.

"You know I love you," I whispered and I swallowed the lump in my throat. "I love you more than anything in the entire world. Do you know that?"

It took him a second to answer. "Yes. And I love you more than anything, too, Darcy."

"And I know that you know that Harry comes first," I continued. "You know that he comes before you. He comes before me. You know that?"

"Yes, I do. Where are you going with this?"

"I just want you to know that I love you," I breathed, tears flooding my eyes for the hundredth time that night. I placed a light kiss on his rough cheek. "And you make me happier than any man ever could. It's like you don't even try."

"I try very hard, actually," he chuckled, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me close. I cuddled up next to him. "What's going on?"

"I just really love you," I said, closing my eyes and letting a tear roll down my cheek. "And you love me, right?"

"Yes."

"How long would you wait for me?"

"Don't start this…"

"Remus… please."

"I'd wait forever for you," he answered gently, kissing the top of my head. "Forever, okay? Now tell me what's going on. You're acting strange. I suppose these are strange times."

"Nothing is wrong. I just need you, okay?"

Lupin had fallen asleep before me, but I couldn't possibly sleep. Not after all that had happened in such a short period of time. It was well into the night, probably three in the morning, and I had been staring up at the ceiling for hours, thinking hard. I had to tell Lupin that we couldn't be together by the time we got home. I just didn't know how to go about it. I had been so close earlier that night – so close, but yet so far away. It was like my brain didn't want me to do it. My heart didn't want me to do it. Even my own stomach felt sick at the thought of leaving Lupin.

Was I supposed to just get up and leave that night? Sleep in Tonks's room? Or a spare? Was I supposed to leave a note on my pillow saying that it wasn't working out between us and I had to leave? That was a horrible idea… that was something I couldn't do. It was cowardly and immature and low. I couldn't go that low, especially for someone I loved so much and who loved me in return.

Was I supposed to wait until morning? Was I supposed to make his entire day by breaking up with him? And when – if – I did say it to his face, was I supposed to lie or tell the truth? Sorry, but Harry and I are going to go hunt Horcruxes, so it isn't going to work out! By the way, it's completely safe – it was all Dumbledore's idea! But if I do end up dead, I love you! I cringed. It was a suicide mission. There was no doubt about it. I was ninety nine percent sure I was going to end up dead. How were four kids supposed to find Horcruxes when we hardly had any information on the subject?

Dumbledore wasn't supposed to die. He was supposed to teach us. To help us. Or was this his plan? The ulterior motive? Did Dumbledore want Snape to kill him so Harry and I would have to go hunting Horcruxes? It was a stupid idea, I admit it, but so many things were whirring through my brain that I could hardly stop and think of a rational and reasonable excuse.

Lupin's arm was still wrapped tight around my waist, holding me against his body. What would happen if I stayed with Lupin, but just refused to tell him everything? That was irrational. That was stupid. I promised Harry that he came first, but now that everything was becoming real, I wasn't sure that I could hold onto that promise. In my heart and in my mind, I knew that Harry came first, but it was harder letting go of Lupin than I thought it would be. I had become attached to him. I fed off his soothing, reassuring words and the kisses and hugs he gave me. To say I needed him was the complete truth.

I don't think Harry quite understood what exactly I was going to be giving up to be going with him hunting Horcruxes. I was going to give up Lupin – essentially, my happiness – and Harry wouldn't listen to me. I pleaded with him, I begged. I was scared to be on my own, but more scared that Lupin wouldn't be mine. I was scared that Lupin would get tired of being alone and go to someone else. I was scared that he was going to leave me for Tonks and that was the most horrifying thought because I nearly expected it.

I shook Lupin awake. "Remus?"

He groaned. "What?" he asked, still half asleep. "You okay?"

I looked him over. His eyes were closed, his face unshaved, his hair a mess. I wanted to touch every inch of his body. I wanted to memorize exactly how it felt against mine. I wanted to memorize the feel of his lips on my skin and I wanted to hold him against my body for the entire night. "No, I'm not okay."

His eyes opened slightly. I wanted to know the exact shade of blue that his eyes were. I counted the long scars running across his face. Three long ones. "Darcy, what's wrong? What's going on, love?"

"I – I – um…"

Lupin smiled weakly. "Come on, go back to sleep."

"I haven't been sleeping."

"Good God, do you have any idea what time it is?" he asked. "At least you'll be able to sleep on the train ride home."

"No, listen to me."

"I am. I always do."

I couldn't speak. My tongue wouldn't move.

"Spit it out, Darcy. Don't be shy. I'm listening to you."

"I – I can't – um – oh…"

"You can tell me anything. You know that. I love you."

I blurted it out. I didn't mean for it to come out so fast. I didn't mean to say it so bland and I didn't mean for it to sound emotionless. I clapped my hand to my mouth after I said it: "We can't be together anymore."